Surrender to the sound
The silence that speaks so loud
When I'm alone all the voices shout
The sounds of crowds drown them out
Why do they seem so far away?
Why do they insist on speaking?
Even if I run forever and so far
I can't escape the way they are
For they are a part of me
They belong to who I am
They can't be lost or fought
Who are they? They are my thoughts
miðvikudagur, júlí 13, 2011
mánudagur, janúar 24, 2011
Glorious Ruin
Alistair Begg came to convo at LU last Friday. Something he said has stuck in my mind. I have been unable to get the thought out of my mind. The beauty of the idea it strikes in my head. I wrote this while thinking about it:
Created in perfection
Glorious image of the Devine
Fallen disaster
Made to live eternity
Designed to perish, to need a Savior
Broken and dismantled
Devoid of the Origin
Remnant of the forgotten
Remember what you were
Glorious
Realize what you are
A ruin
January 24, 2011
Charissa Gil
miðvikudagur, september 15, 2010
Piece for LAMP
LU has a magazine that publishes poetry, photography, essays and short novels that are submitted by former or current LU faculty, staff and students. So naturally I thought I would submit some poetry and photography. But I would like some help.
Please just write a comment here or e-mail me at cagil@liberty.edu to tell me what are a couple of your favorite poems. It will be so hard to decided what to submit and your opinion would help tremendously.
Thank you so much!
Charissa
Please just write a comment here or e-mail me at cagil@liberty.edu to tell me what are a couple of your favorite poems. It will be so hard to decided what to submit and your opinion would help tremendously.
Thank you so much!
Charissa
miðvikudagur, maí 26, 2010
A brighter light
'Tis a blessing in disguise
this robbery of life from the young
We see it and cry
yet, it is the essence of longing
The fountain of youth,
it has been truly discovered in this
How many grew old searching?
their life disproving their search
There are those who will be forever young
those who never grew old on this earth
The fountain of youth
it is the cup of death
Do not shudder
it is nothing you can seek and find
It lies only in Divine will
And he appoints to whom He desires
Those around us who have this mandate
to be in our minds forever young
They seem to live more than others
their flame never dims
The flickering of a weak flame
it is never their fate
It is bright! Shining for a time
and then snuffed in an instant
But while it burns
There is a brighter light among us
These lives are truly lived
truly given as a gift
Let us treasure and remember
the forever young
They stay, unchanging in time
like a song repeating but never growing dull
A brighter light! A richer life!
A sweeter tune that never grows old
Time cannot change their face
death has conquered age
Live on, oh young!
Forever in our hearts as so.
this robbery of life from the young
We see it and cry
yet, it is the essence of longing
The fountain of youth,
it has been truly discovered in this
How many grew old searching?
their life disproving their search
There are those who will be forever young
those who never grew old on this earth
The fountain of youth
it is the cup of death
Do not shudder
it is nothing you can seek and find
It lies only in Divine will
And he appoints to whom He desires
Those around us who have this mandate
to be in our minds forever young
They seem to live more than others
their flame never dims
The flickering of a weak flame
it is never their fate
It is bright! Shining for a time
and then snuffed in an instant
But while it burns
There is a brighter light among us
These lives are truly lived
truly given as a gift
Let us treasure and remember
the forever young
They stay, unchanging in time
like a song repeating but never growing dull
A brighter light! A richer life!
A sweeter tune that never grows old
Time cannot change their face
death has conquered age
Live on, oh young!
Forever in our hearts as so.
fimmtudagur, febrúar 04, 2010
From A long time ago...at least it feels like a long time
I'm bored...lets see if my mind can spontaneously come up with something worth saving.
What to do? Oh, what to do!
The mac lab in use seems like a lame excuse
Homework is due and there's a chance of snow
Class may be canceled but I still don't know
My brain is like a calm sea
Nothing on the surface, but everything beneath
Can I sink and stir up the thoughts that lie at the bottom?
Can I pull them up and find a word to rhyme?
No, I guess not! This is getting worse by the minute,
Its horrid but I just can't get myself to stop!
Only half the lines even rhyme!
Its sad to say that I have all this time
And nothing to do, nobody to talk to
Nothing to read and no one on fb
I will quit here before I make things worse,
The content of this poem really seems quite perverse
To make anybody waste their time with reading this,
just has to be a sin
The end in sight, time almost spent,
I guess, I hope that I win!
OK WOW! So I am so tempted to ditch this trash...but something in me won't allow it. Guess I'll laugh about it later.
...later (4-17-2010) Really, looking at this now its not that bad...kinda funny and so I'm going to post it. :)
What to do? Oh, what to do!
The mac lab in use seems like a lame excuse
Homework is due and there's a chance of snow
Class may be canceled but I still don't know
My brain is like a calm sea
Nothing on the surface, but everything beneath
Can I sink and stir up the thoughts that lie at the bottom?
Can I pull them up and find a word to rhyme?
No, I guess not! This is getting worse by the minute,
Its horrid but I just can't get myself to stop!
Only half the lines even rhyme!
Its sad to say that I have all this time
And nothing to do, nobody to talk to
Nothing to read and no one on fb
I will quit here before I make things worse,
The content of this poem really seems quite perverse
To make anybody waste their time with reading this,
just has to be a sin
The end in sight, time almost spent,
I guess, I hope that I win!
OK WOW! So I am so tempted to ditch this trash...but something in me won't allow it. Guess I'll laugh about it later.
...later (4-17-2010) Really, looking at this now its not that bad...kinda funny and so I'm going to post it. :)
þriðjudagur, desember 15, 2009
"for you"
A poem I jotted down the other day. I folded the paper and it has been in my back jeans pocket for like 2 weeks. I figured it was about time to post it.
Hands clasp,
I look up
Kind eyes,
pleasant smile
We talk,
as though old friends
The formality of handshake,
passes, fades
A warm embrace,
takes it's place
How sweet!
A new friendship
New, yet mature
from many words exchanged
A word, a touch,
a look, a smile
I wait for our next meeting...
December 1st, 2009
Hands clasp,
I look up
Kind eyes,
pleasant smile
We talk,
as though old friends
The formality of handshake,
passes, fades
A warm embrace,
takes it's place
How sweet!
A new friendship
New, yet mature
from many words exchanged
A word, a touch,
a look, a smile
I wait for our next meeting...
December 1st, 2009
mánudagur, september 01, 2008
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